Produced by Bob Gale & Neil Canton
Screenplay by Robert Zemeckis & Bob Gale
Directed by Robert Zemeckis
《回到未来》
导演：罗伯特·泽梅里斯 Zemeckis, Robert
主演：迈克尔·J·福克斯 Fox, Michael J.
克里斯托福·罗德 Lloyd, Christopher
李·汤普逊 Thompson, Lea
托马斯·F·威尔逊 Wilson, Thomas F.
Radio: October is inventory time. So right now, Statler Toyota is making the best deals of the year on all 1985 model Toyotas. You won't find a better car with a better price with better service anywhere in Hill Valley...
Television: The Senate is expected to vote on this today. In other news, officials at The Pacific
Nuclear Research Facility have denied the rumor that the case of missing plutonium was in fact stolen from their vault two weeks ago. A Libyan terrorist group had claimed responsibility for the alleged theft, however, the officials now infer the crepency to a simple clerical error. The
FBI...
Marty: Hey, Doc? Doc. Hello, anybody home? Einstein, come here, boy. What's going on?
Wha- aw, god. Aw, Jesus. Whoa, rock and roll. Yo
Doc: Marty, is that you?
Marty: Hey, hey, Doc, where are you?
Doc: Thank god I found you. Listen, can you meet me at Twin Pines Mall tonight at 1:15? I've made a major breakthrough, I'll need your assistance.
Marty: Wait a minute, wait a minute. 1:15 in the morning?
Doc: Yeah.
Marty: What's going on? Where have you been all week?
Doc: Working.
Marty: Where's Einstein, is he with you?
Doc: Yeah, he's right here.
Marty: You know, Doc, you left your equipment on all week.
Doc: My equipment, that reminds me, Marty, you better not hook up to the amplifier. There's a slight possibility for overload.
Marty: Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.
Doc: Good, I'll see you tonight. Don't forget, now, 1:15 a.m., Twin Pines Mall.
Marty: Right.
Doc: Are those my clocks I hear?
Marty: Yeah, it's 8:00.
Doc: They're late. My experiment worked. They're all exactly twenty-five minutes slow.
Marty: Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Doc. Are you telling me that it's 8:25?
Doc: Precisely.
Marty: Damn. I'm late for school.
Marty: Hello, Jennifer.
Jennifer: Marty, don't go this way. Strickland's looking for you. If you're caught it'll be four tardies in a row.
Jennifer: Alright, c'mon, I think we're safe.
Marty: Y'know this time it wasn't my fault. The Doc set all of his clocks twenty-five minutes slow.
Strickland: Doc? Am I to understand you're still hanging around with Doctor Emmett Brown, McFly? Tardy slip for you, Miss Parker. And one for you McFly I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a nickle's worth of advice, young man. This so called Doctor Brown is dangerous, he's a real nuttcase. You hang around with him you're gonna end up in big trouble.
Marty: Oh yes sir.
Strickland: You got a real attitude problem, McFly. You're a slacker. You remind me of you father when he went her, he was a slacker too.
Marty: Can I go now, Mr. Strickland?
Strickland: I noticed you band is on the roster for dance auditions after school today. Why even bother Mcfly, you haven't got a chance, you're too much like your own man. No McFly ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley.
Marty: Yeah, well history is gonna change.
Audition Judge: Next, please.
Marty: Alright, we're the pinheads.
Audition Judge: Okay, that's enough. Now stop the microphone. I'm sorry fellas. I'm afraid you're just too darn loud. Next, please. Where's the next group, please.
Election Van: Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name.
Marty: I'm too loud. I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get a chance to play in front of anybody.
Jennifer: Marty, one rejection isn't the end of the world.
Marty: Nah, I just don't think I'm cut out for music.
Jennifer: But you're good, Marty, you're really good. And this audition tape of your is great, you gotta send it in to the record company. It's like Doc's always saying.
Marty: Yeah I know, If you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything.
Jennifer: That's good advice, Marty.
Marty: Alright, okay Jennifer. What if I send in the tape and they don't like it. I mean, what if they say I'm no good. What if they say, "Get out of here, kid, you got no future." I mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection. Jesus, I'm beginning to sound like my old man.
Jennifer: C'mon, he's not that bad. At least he's letting you borrow the car tomorrow night.
Marty: Check out that four by four. That is hot. Someday, Jennifer, someday. Wouldn't it be great to take that truck up to the lake. Throw a couple of sleeping bags in the back. Lie out under the stars.
Jennifer: Stop it.
Marty: What?
Jennifer: Does your mom know about tomorrow night?
Marty: No, get out of town, my mom thinks I'm going camping with the guys. Well, Jennifer, my mother would freak out if she knew I was going up there with you. And I get this standard lecture about how she never did that kind of stuff when she was a kid. Now look, I think she was born a nun.
Jennifer: She's just trying to keep you respectable.
Marty: Well, she's not doing a very good job.
Woman: Save the clock tower, save the clock tower. Mayor Wilson is sponsoring an initiative to replace that clock. Thirty years ago, lightning struck that clock tower and the clock hasn't run since. We at the Hill Valley Preservation Society think it should be preserved exactly the way it is as part of our history and heritage.
Marty: Here you go, lady. There's a quarter.
Woman: Thank you, don't forget to take a flyer.
Marty: Right.
Woman: Save the clock tower.
Marty: Where were we.
Jennifer: Right about here.
Jennifer's Dad: Jennifer.
Jennifer: It's my dad.
Marty: Right.
Jennifer: I've gotta go.
Marty: I'll call you tonight.
Jennifer: I'll be at my grandma's. Here, let me give you the number. Bye.
Marty: Perfect, just perfect.
Biff: I can't believe you loaned me a car, without telling me it had a blindspot. I could've been
killed.
George: Now, now, Biff, now, I never noticed any blindspot before when I would drive it. Hi,
son.
Biff: But, what are you blind McFly, it's there. How else do you explain that wreck out there?
George: Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage?
Biff: My insurance, it's your car, your insurance should pay for it. Hey, I wanna know who's
gonna pay for this? I spilled beer all over it when that car smashed into me. Who's gonna pay
my cleaning bill?
George: Uh?
Biff: And where's my reports?
George: Uh, well, I haven't finished those up yet, but you know I figured since they weren't due
till-
Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to get them re-typed.
Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my reports in your handwriting. I'll get fired. You
wouldn't want that to happen would you? Would you?
George: Of course not, Biff, now I wouldn't want that to happen. Now, uh, I'll finish those
reports up tonight, and I'll run em them on over first thing tomorrow, alright?
Biff: Hey, not too early I sleep in on Saturday. Oh, McFly, your shoe's untied. Don't be so
gullible, McFly. You got the place fixed up nice, McFly. I have you're car towed all the way to
your house and all you've got for me is light beer. What are you looking at, butthead. Say hi to
your mom for me.
George: I know what you're gonna say, son, and you're right, you're right, But Biff just happens
to be my supervisor, and I'm afraid I'm not very good at confrontations.
Marty: The car, Dad, I mean He wrecked it, totaled it. I needed that car tomorrow night, Dad, I
mean do you have any idea how important this was, do you have any clue?
George: I know, and all I could say is I'm sorry.
George: Believe me, Marty, you're better off not having to worry about all the aggravation and
headaches of playing at that dance.
David: He's absolutely right, Marty. the last thing you need is headaches.
Lorraine: Kids, we're gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves, Uncle Joey didn't make parole
again. I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line.
Marty: Uncle Jailbird Joey?
David: He's your brother, Mom.
Linda: Yeah, I think it's a major embarrassment having an uncle in prison.
Loraine: We all make mistakes in life, children
David: God dammit, I'm late.
Lorraine: David, watch your mouth. You come here and kiss your mother before you go, come
here.
David: C'mon, Mom, make it fast, I'll miss my bus. Hey see you tonight, Pop. Woo, time to
change that oil.
Linda: Hey Marty, I'm not your answering service, but you're outside pouting about the car,
Jennifer Parker called you twice.
Lorraine: I don't like her, Marty. Any girl who calls a boy is just asking for trouble.
Linda: Oh Mom, there's nothing wrong with calling a boy.
Lorraine: I think it's terrible. Girls chasing boys. When I was your age I never chased a boy, or
called a boy, or sat in a parked car with a boy.
Linda: Then how am I supposed to ever meet anybody.
Lorraine: Well, it will just happen. Like the way I met your father.
Linda: That was so stupid, Grandpa hit him with the car.
Lorraine: It was meant to be. Anyway, if Grandpa hadn't hit him, then none of you would have
been born.
Linda: Yeah, well, I still don't understand what Dad was doing in the middle of the street.
Lorraine: What was it, George, bird watching?
George: What Lorraine, what?
Lorraine: Anyway, Grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the house. He seemed
so helpless, like a little lost puppy, my heart just went out for him.
Linda: Yeah Mom, we know, you've told us this story a million times. You felt sorry for him so
you decided to go with him to The Fish Under The Sea Dance.
Lorraine: No, it was The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance. Our first date. It was the night
of that terrible thunderstorm, remember George? Your father kissed me for the very first time
on that dance floor. It was then I realized I was going to spend the rest of my life with him.
Marty: Hello.
Doc: Marty, you didn't fall asleep, did you?
Marty: Uh Doc, uh no. No, don't be silly.
Doc: Listen, this is very important, I forgot my video camera, could you stop by my place and
pick it up on your way to the mall?
Marty: Um, yeah, I'm on my way.
Marty: Einstein, hey Einstein, where's the Doc, boy, huh? Doc
Doc: Marty, you made it.
Marty: Yeah.
Doc: Welcome to my latest experiment. It's the one I've been waiting for all my life.
Marty: Um, well it's a deloreon, right?
Doc: Bare with me, Marty, all of your questions will be answered. Roll tape, we'll proceed.
Marty: Doc, is that a de-
Doc: Never mind that now, never mind that now.
Marty: Alright, I'm ready.
Doc: Good evening, I'm Doctor Emmett Brown. I'm standing on the parking lot of Twin Pines
Mall. It's Saturday morning, October 26, 1985, 1:18 a.m. and this is temporal experiment
number one. C'mon, Einy, hey hey boy, get in there, that a boy, in you go, get down, that's it.
Marty: Whoa, whoa, okay.
Doc: Please note that Einstein's clock is in complete synchronization with my control watch.
Marty: Right check, Doc.
Doc: Good. Have a good trip Einstein, watch your head.
Marty: You have this thing hooked up to the car?
Doc: Watch this. Not me, the car, the car. My calculations are correct, when this baby hits
eighty-eight miles per hour, your gonna see some serious shit. Watch this, watch this. Ha,
what did I tell you, eighty-eight miles per hour. The temporal displacement occurred at exactly
1:20 a.m. and zero seconds.
Marty: Hot, Jesus Christ, Doc. Jesus Christ, Doc, you disintegrated Einstein.
Doc: Calm down, Marty, I didn't disintegrate anything. The molecular structure of Einstein and
the car are completely intact.
Marty: Where the hell are they.
Doc: The appropriate question is, weren抰 the hell are they. Einstein has just become the
world's first time traveler. I sent him into the future. One minute into the future to be exact.
And at exactly 1:21 a.m. we should cat h up with him and the time machine.
Marty: Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that you built a time machine out of
a deloreon.
Doc: The way I see it, if you're gonna build a time machine into a car why not do it with some
style. Besides, the stainless, steel construction made the flux dispersal- look out.
Marty: What, what is it hot?
Doc: It's cold, damn cold. Ha, ha, ha, Einstein, you little devil. Einstein's clock is exactly one
minute behind mine, it's still ticking.
Marty: He's alright.
Doc: He's fine, and he's completely unaware that anything happened. As far as he's concerned
the trip was instantaneous. That's why Einstein's watch is exactly one minute behind mine. He
skipped over that minute to instantly arrive at this moment in time. Come here, I'll show you
how it works. First, you turn the time circuits on. This readout tell you where you're going, this
one tells you where you are, this one tells you where you were. You imput the destination time
on this keypad. Say, you wanna see the signing of the declaration of independence, or witness
the birth or Christ. Here's a red-letter date in the history of science, November 5, 1955. Yes, of
course, November 5, 1955.
Marty: What, I don't get what happened.
Doc: That was the day I invented time travel. I remember it vividly. I was standing on the edge
of my toilet hanging a clock, the porces was wet, I slipped, hit my head on the edge of the sink.
And when I came to I had a revelation, a picture, a picture in my head, a picture of this. This is
what makes time travel possible. The flux capacitor.
Marty: The flux capacitor.
Doc: It's taken me almost thirty years and my entire family fortune to realize the vision of that
day, my god has it been that long. Things have certainly changed around here. I remember
when this was all farmland as far as the eye could see. Old man Peabody, owned all of this.
He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees.
Marty: This is uh, this is heavy duty, Doc, this is great. Uh, does it run on regular unleaded
gasoline?
Doc: Unfortunately no, it requires something with a little more kick, plutonium.
Marty: Uh, plutonium, wait a minute, are you telling me that this sucker's nuclear?
Doc: Hey, hey, keep rolling, keep rolling there. No, no, no, no, this sucker's electrical. But I
need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity that I need.
Marty: Doc, you don't just walk into a store and ask for plutonium. Did you rip this off?
Doc: Of course, from a group of Libyan Nationalists. They wanted me to build them a bomb, so
I took their plutonium and in turn gave them a shiny bomb case full of used pinball machine
parts.
Marty: Jesus.
Doc: Let's get you into a radiation suit, we must prepare to reload.
Doc: Safe now, everything's let lined. Don't you lose those tapes now, we'll need a record.
Wup, wup, I almost forgot my luggage. Who knows if they've got cotton underwear in the
future. I'm allergic to all synthetics.
Marty: The future, it's where you're going?
Doc: That's right, twenty five years into the future. I've always dreamed on seeing the future,
looking beyond my years, seeing the progress of mankind. I'll also be able to see who wins the
next twenty-five world series.
Marty: Uh, Doc.
Doc: Huh?
Marty: Uh, look me up when you get there.
Doc: Indeed I will, roll em. I, Doctor Emmett Brown, am about to embark on an historic journey.
What have I been thinking of, I almost forgot to bring some extra plutonium. How did I ever
expect to get back, one pallet one trip I must be out of my mind. What is it Einy? Oh my god,
they found me, I don't know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.
Marty: Who, who?
Doc: Who do you think, the Libyans.
Marty: Holy shit.
Doc: Unroll their fire.
Marty: Doc, wait. No, bastards.
Libyan: Go. Go.
Marty: C'mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Holy shit. Let's see if you bastards can do ninety.
Marty: Ahh. Ahh.
Mother: Pa, what is it? What is it, Pa?
Father: Looks like a airplane, without wings.
Son: That ain抰 no airplane, look.
Mother & Father: Ahh.
Father: Children.
Marty: Listen, woh. Hello, uh excuse me. Sorry about your barn.
Son: It抯 already mutated intro human form, shoot it.
Father: Take that you mutated son-of-a-bitch. My pine, why you. You space bastard, you killed
a pine.
Marty: Alright, alright, okay McFly, get a grip on yourself. It抯 all a dream. Just a very intense
dream. Woh, hey, listen, you gotta help me.
Passenger: Don抰 stop, Wilbert, drive.
Marty: Can抰 be. This is nuts. Aw, c抦on.
Election Van: Remember, fellas, the future is in your hands. If you believe in progress, re-elect
Mayor Red Thomas, progress is his middle name. Mayor Red Thomas抯 progress platform
means more jobs, better education, bigger civic improvements, and lower taxes. On election
day, cast your vote for a proven leader, re-elect Mayor Red Thomas...
Marty: this has gotta be a dream.
Lou: Hey kid, what you do, jump ship?
Marty: What?
Lou: What抯 with the life preserver?
Marty: I just wanna use the phone.
Lou: Yeah, it抯 in the back.
Marty: Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, great, you抮e alive. Do you know where 1640
Riverside-
Lou: Are you gonna order something, kid?
Marty: Yeah, gimme a Tab.
Lou: Tab? I can抰 give you a tab unless you order something.
Marty: Right, gimme a Pepsi free.
Lou: You wanna a Pepsi, pall, you抮e gonna pay for it.
Marty: Well just gimme something without any sugar in it, okay?
Lou: Without any sugar.
Biff: Hey McFly, what do you think you抮e doing.
Marty: Biff.
Biff: Hey I抦 talking to you, McFly, you Irish bug.
George: Oh hey, Biff, hey, guys, how are you doing?
Biff: Yeah, you got my homework finished, McFly?
George: Uh, well, actually, I figured since it wasn抰 due till Monday-
Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to recopy it. Do your
realize what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting? I抎 get kicked out of
school. You wouldn抰 want that to happen would you, would you?
George: Now, of course not, Biff, now, I wouldn抰 want that to happen.
Biff: Uh, no, no, no, no. What are you looking at, butt-head?
Skinhead: Hey Biff, check out this guy抯 life preserver, dork thinks he抯 gonna drown.
Biff: Yeah, well, how about my homework, McFly?
George: Uh, well, okay Biff, uh, I抣l finish that on up tonight and I抣l bring it over first thing
tomorrow morning.
Biff: Hey not too early I sleep in Sunday抯, hey McFly, you抮e shoe抯 untied, don抰 be so gullible,
McFly.
George: Okay.
Biff: I don抰 wanna see you in here again.
George: Yeah, alright, bye-bye. What?
Marty: You抮e George McFly.
George: Yeah, who are you?
Goldie: Say, why do you let those boys push you around like that?
George: Well, they抮e bigger than me.
Goldie: Stand tall, boy, have some respect for yourself. Don抰 you know that if you let people
walk all over you know, they抣l be walking all over you for the rest of your life? Listen to me, do
you think I抦 gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop house?
Lou: Watch it, Goldie.
Goldie: No sir, I抦 gonna make something out of myself, I抦 going to night school and one day
I抦 gonna be somebody.
Marty: That抯 right, he抯 gonna be mayor.
Goldie: Yeah, I抦- mayor. Now that抯 a good idea. I could run for mayor.
Lou: A colored mayor, that抣l be the day.
Goldie: You wait and see, Mr. Caruthers, I will be mayor and I抣l be the most powerful mayor in
the history of Hill Valley, and I抦 gonna clean up this town.
Lou: Good, you could start by sweeping the floor.
Goldie: Mayor Goldie Wilson, I like the sound of that.
Marty: Hey Dad, George, hey, you on the bike.
Marty: He抯 a peeping tom. Dad.
Sam: Hey wait, wait a minute, who are you? Stella, another one of these damn kids jumped in
front of my car. Come on out here, help me take him in the house.
Marty: Mom, is that you?
Lorraine: There, there, now, just relax. You抳e been asleep for almost nine hours now.
Marty: I had a horrible nightmare, dreamed I went back in time, it was terrible.
Lorraine: Well, safe and sound, now, n good old 1955.
Marty: 1955? You抮e my ma- you抮e my ma.
Lorraine: My name抯 Lorraine, Lorraine Baines.
Marty: Yeah, but you抮e uh, you抮e so, you抮e so thin.
Lorraine: Just relax now Calvin, you抳e got a big bruise on you抮e head.
Marty: Ah, where抮e my pants?
Lorraine: Over there, on my hope chest. I抳e never seen purple underwear before, Calvin.
Marty: Calvin, why do you keep calling me Calvin?
Lorraine: Well that抯 your name, isn抰 it? Calvin Klein. it抯 written all over your underwear. Oh,
I guess they call you Cal, huh?
Marty: Actually, people call me Marty.
Lorraine: Oh, pleased to meet you, Calvin Marty Klein. Do you mind if I sit here?
Marty: No, fine, no , good, fine, good.
Lorraine: That抯 a big bruise you have there.
Marty: Ah.
Stella: Lorraine, are you up there?
Lorraine: My god, it抯 my mother. Put your pants back on.
Stella: So tell me, Marty, how long have you been in port?
Marty: Excuse me.
Stella: Yeah, I guessed you抮e a sailor, aren抰 you, that抯 why you wear that life preserver.
Marty: Uh, coast guard.
Stella: Sam, here抯 the young man you hit with your car out there. He抯 alright, thank god.
Sam: What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age.
Stella: Don抰 pay any attention to him, he抯 in one of his moods. Sam, quit fiddling with that
thing, come in here to dinner. Now let抯 see, you already know Lorraine, this is Milton, this is
Sally, that抯 Toby, and over there in the playpen is little baby Joey.
Marty: So you抮e my Uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid.
Stella: yes, Joey just loves being in his playpen. he cries whenever we take him out so we just
leave him in there all the time. Well Marty, I hope you like meatloaf.
Marty: Well, uh, listen, uh, I really-
Lorraine: Sit here, Marty.
Stella: Sam, quit fiddling with that thing and come in here and eat your dinner.
Sam: Ho ho ho, look at it roll. Now we could watch Jackie Gleason while we eat.
Lorraine: Our first television set, Dad just picked it up today. Do you have a television?
Marty: Well yeah, you know we have two of them.
Milton: Wow, you must be rich.
Stella: Oh honey, he抯 teasing you, nobody has two television sets.
Marty: Hey, hey, I抳e seen this one, I抳e seen this one. This is a classic, this is where Ralph
dresses up as the man from space.
Milton: What do you mean you抳e seen this, it抯 brand new.
Marty: Yeah well, I saw it on a rerun.
Milton: What抯 a rerun?
Marty: You抣l find out.
Stella: You know Marty, you look so familiar, do I know your mother?
Marty: Yeah, I think maybe you do.
Stella: Oh, then I wanna give her a call, I don抰 want her to worry about you.
Marty: You can抰, uh, that is, uh, nobody抯 home.
Stella: Oh.
Marty: Yet.
Stella: Oh.
Marty: Uh listen, do you know where Riverside Drive is?
Sam: It抯 uh, the other end of town, a block past Maple.
Marty: A block passed Maple, that抯 John F. Kennedy Drive.
Sam: Who the hell is John F. Kennedy?
Lorraine: Mother, with Marty抯 parents out of town, don抰 you think he oughta spend the night,
after all, Dad almost killed him with the car.
Stella: That抯 true, Marty, I think you should spend the night. I think you抮e our responsibility.
Marty: Well gee, I don抰 know.
Lorraine: And he could sleep in my room.
Marty: I gotta go, uh, I gotta go. Thanks very much, it was wonderful, you were all great. See
you all later, much later.
Stella: He抯 a very strange young man.
Sam: he抯 an idiot, comes from upbringing, parents were probably idiots too. Lorraine, if you
ever have a kid like that, I抣l disown you.
Marty: Doc?
Doc: Don抰 say a word.
Marty: Doc.
Doc: I don抰 wanna know your name. I don抰 wanna know anything anything about you.
Marty: Listen, Doc.
Doc: Quiet.
Marty: Doc, Doc, it抯 me, Marty.
Doc: Don抰 tell me anything.
Marty: Doc, you gotta help-
Doc: Quiet, quiet. I抦 gonna read your thoughts. Let抯 see now, you抳e come from a great
distance?
Marty: Yeah, exactly.
Doc: Don抰 tell me. Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the Saturday Evening Post?
Marty: No.
Doc: Not a word, not a word, not a word now. Quiet, uh, donations, you want me to make a
donation to the coast guard youth auxiliary?
Marty: Doc, I抦 from the future. I came here in a time machine that you invented. Now, I need
your help to get back to the year 1985.
Doc: My god, do you know what this means? It means that this damn thing doesn抰 work at all.
Marty: Doc, you gotta help me. you were the only one who knows how your time machine
works.
Doc: Time machine, I haven抰 invented any time machine.
Marty: Okay, alright, I抣l prove it to you. Look at my driver抯 license, expires 1987. Look at my
birthday, for crying out load I haven抰 even been born yet. And, look at this picture, my brother,
my sister, and me. Look at the sweatshirt, Doc, class of 1984.
Doc: Pretty Mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother抯 hair.
Marty: I抦 telling the truth, Doc, you gotta believe me.
Doc: So tell me, future boy, who抯 president of the United States in 1985?
Marty: Ronald Reagon.
Doc: Ronald Reagon, the actor? Then who抯 vice president, Jerry Lewis? I suppose Jane
Wymann is the first lady.
Marty: Whoa, wait, Doc.
Doc: And Jack Benny is secretary of the Treasury.
Marty: Look, you gotta listen to me.
Doc: I got enough practical jokes for one evening. Good night, future boy.
Marty: No wait, Doc, the bruise, the bruise on your head, I know how that happened, you told
me the whole story. you were standing on your toilet and you were hanging a clock, and you
fell, and you hit your head on the sink, and that抯 when you came up with the idea for the flux
capacitor, which makes time travel possible.
Marty: Something wrong with the starter, so I hid it.
Doc: After I fell off my toilet, I drew this.
Marty: Flux capacitor.
Doc: It works, ha ha ha ha, it works. I finally invent something that works.
Marty: Bet your ass it works.
Doc: Well, now we gotta sneak this back into my laboratory, we抳e gotta get you home.
Marty: Okay Doc, this is it.
TV Doc: Never mind that, never mind that now, never mind that, never mind-
Doc: Why that抯 me, look at me, I抦 an old man.
TV Doc: Good evening, I抦 Doctor Emmet Brown, I抦 standing here on the parking lot of-
Doc: Thank god I still got my hair. What on Earth is that thing I抦 wearing?
Marty: Well, this is a radiation suit.
Doc: Radiation suit, of course, cause all of the fall out from the atomic wars. This is truly
amazing, a portable television studio. No wonder your president has to be an actor, he抯 gotta
look good on television.
Marty: whoa, this is it, this is the part coming up, Doc.
TV Doc: No no no this sucker抯 electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point
twenty-one gigawatts of electricity-
Doc: What did I just say?
TV Doc: No no no this sucker抯 electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point
twenty-one gigawatts of electricity that I need.
Doc: One point twenty-one gigawatts. One point twenty-one gigawatts. Great Scott.
Marty: What the hell is a gigawatt?
Doc: How could I have been so careless. One point twenty-one gigawatts. Tom, how am I
gonna generate that kind of power, it can抰 be done, it can抰.
Marty: Doc, look, all we need is a little plutonium.
Doc: I抦 sure that in 1985, plutonium is available at every corner drug store, but in 1955, it抯 a
little hard to come by. Marty, I抦 sorry, but I抦 afraid you抮e stuck here.
Marty: whoa, whoa Doc, stuck here, I can抰 be stuck here, I got a life in 1985. I got a girl.
Doc: Is she pretty?
Marty: Doc, she抯 beautiful. She抯 crazy about me. Look at this, look what she wrote me, Doc.
That says it all. Doc, you抮e my only hope.
Doc: Marty, I抦 sorry, but the only power source capable of generating one point twenty-one
gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning.
Marty: What did you say?
Doc: A bolt of lightning, unfortunately, you never know when or where it抯 ever gonna strike.
Marty: We do now.
Doc: This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is gonna strike the clock
tower precisely at 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night. If we could somehow harness this bolt of
lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might work. Next Saturday night, we抮e
sending you back to the future.
Marty: Okay, alright, Saturday is good, Saturday抯 good, I could spend a week in 1955. I could
hang out, you could show me around.
Doc: Marty, that抯 completely out of the question, you must not leave this house. you must not
see anybody or talk to anybody. Anything you do could have serious reprocautions on future
events. Do you understand?
Marty: Yeah, sure, okay.
Doc: Marty, you interacted with anybody else today, besides me?
Marty: Um, yeah well I might have sort of ran into my parents.
Doc: Great Scott. Let me see that photograph again of your brother. Just as I thought, this
proves my theory, look at your brother.
Marty: His head抯 gone, it抯 like it抯 been erased.
Doc: Erased from existence.
Marty: Whoa, they really cleaned this place up, looks brand new.
Doc: Now remember, according to my theory you interfered with with your parent抯 first
meeting. They don抰 meet, they don抰 fall in love, they won抰 get married and they wont have
kids. That抯 why your older brother抯 disappeared from that photograph. Your sister will follow
and unless you repair the damages, you will be next.
Marty: This sounds pretty heavy.
Doc: Weight has nothing to do with it.
Doc: Which one抯 your pop?
Marty: That抯 him.
George: Okay, okay you guys, oh ha ha ha very funny. Hey you guys are being real mature.
Doc: Maybe you were adopted.
George: Okay, real mature guys. Okay, Biff, will you pick up my books?
Strickland: McFly.
Marty: That抯 Strickland. Jesus, didn抰 that guy ever have hair?
Strickland: Shape up, man. You抮e a slacker. You wanna be a slacker for the rest of your life?
George: No.
Doc: What did your mother ever see in that kid?
Marty: I don抰 know, Doc, I guess she felt sorry for him cause her did hit him with the car, hit me
with the car.
Doc: That抯 a Florence Nightingale effect. It happens in hospitals when nurses fall in love with
their patients. Go to it, kid.
Marty: Hey George, buddy, hey, I抳e been looking all over for you. You remember me, the guy
who saved your life the other day.
George: Yeah.
Marty: Good, there抯 somebody I抎 like you to meet. Loraine.
Loraine: Calvin.
Marty: I抎 like you to meet my good friend George McFly.
George: Hi, it抯 really a pleasure to meet you.
Loraine: How抯 your head?
Marty: Well uh, good, fine.
Loraine: Oh, I抳e been so worried about you ever since you ran off the other night. Are you
okay? I抦 sorry I have to go. Isn抰 he a dream boat?
Marty: Doc, she didn抰 even look at him.
Doc: This is more serious than I thought. Apparently your mother is amorously infatuated with
you instead of your father.
Marty: Whoa, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that my mother has got the hots for me?
Doc: Precisely.
Marty: Whoa, this is heavy.
Doc: There抯 that word again, heavy. Why are things so heavy in the future. Is there a
problem with the Earth抯 gravitational pull?
Marty: What?
Doc: The only way we抮e gonna get those two to successfully meet is if they抮e alone together.
So you抳e got to get your father and mother to interact at some sort of social-
Marty: What, well you mean like a date?
Doc: Right.
Marty: What kind of date? I don抰 know, what do kids do in the fifties?
Doc: Well, they抮e your parents, you must know them. What are there common interests.
What do they like to do together?
Marty: Nothing.
Doc: Look, there抯 a rhythmic ceremonial ritual coming up.
Marty: Of course, the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance they抮e supposed to go to this, that抯
where they kiss for the first time.
Doc: Alright kid, you stick to your father like glue and make sure that he takes her to the dance.
Marty: George, buddy. remember that girl I introduced you to, Loraine. What are you writing?
George: Uh, stories, science fiction stories, about visitors coming down to Earth from another
planet.
Marty: Get out of town, I didn抰 know you did anything creative. Ah, let me read some.
George: Oh, no no no, I never uh, I never let anybody read my stories.
Marty: Why not?
George: Well, what if they didn抰 like them, what if they told me I was no good. I guess that
would be pretty hard for somebody to understand.
Marty: Uh no, not hard at all. So anyway, George, now Loraine, she really likes you. She told
me to tell you that she wants you to ask her to the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance.
George: Really.
Marty: oh yeah, all you gotta do is go over there and ask her.
George: What, right here right now in the cafeteria? What is she said no? I don抰 know if I
could take that kind of rejection. Besides, I think she抎 rather go with somebody else.
Marty: Who?
George: Biff.
Biff: C抦on, c抦on.
Loraine: Leave me alone.
Biff: You want it, you know you want it, and you know you want me to give it to you.
Loraine: Shut your filthy mouth, I抦 not that kind of girl.
Biff: Well maybe you are and you just don抰 know it yet.
Loraine: Get your meat hooks off of me.
Marty: You heard her she said get your meat hooks, off, uh please.
Biff: So what抯 it to you, butthead. You know you抳e been looking for a, since you抮e new here,
I抦 gonna cut you a break, today. So why don抰 you make like a tree, and get out of here.
Marty: George.
George: Why do you keep following me around?
Marty: Look, George, I抦 telling you George, if you do not ask Loraine to that dance, I抦 gonna
regret it for the rest of my life.
George: But I can抰 go to the dance, I抣l miss my favorite television program, Science Fiction
Theater.
Marty: Yeah but George, Loraine wants to go with you. Give her a break.
George: Look, I抦 just not ready to ask Loraine out to the dance, and not you, nor anybody else
on this planet is gonna make me change my mind.
Marty: Science Fiction Theater.
George: Who are you?
Marty: Silence Earthling. my name is Darth Vader. I抦 am an extra-terrestrial from the planet
Vulcan.
George: Marty. Marty. Marty.
Marty: Hey, George, buddy, you weren抰 at school, what have you been doing all day?
George: I over slept, look I need your help. I have to ask Loraine out but I don抰 know how to
do it. I have to ask Loraine out but I don抰 know how to do it.
Marty: Alright, okay listen, keep your pants on, she抯 over in the caf? God, how do you do
this? What made you change your mind, George?
George: Last night, Darth Vader came down from planet Vulcan. And he told me that if I didn抰
take Loraine, that he抎 melt my brain.
Marty: Yeah, well uh, lets keep this brain melting stuff to ourselves, okay?
George: Oh, yeah, yeah.
Marty: Alright, okay. Alright, there she is, George. Just go in there and invite her.
George: Okay, but I don抰 know what to say.
Marty: Just say anything, George, say what ever抯 natural, the first thing that comes to your
mind.
George: Nothing抯 coming to my mind.
Marty: Jesus, George, it抯 a wonder I was ever born.
George: What, what?
Marty: Nothing, nothing, nothing, look tell her destiny has brought you together, tell her that
she抯 the most beautiful you have ever seen. Girls like that stuff. What, what are you doing
George?
George: I抦 writing this down, this is good stuff.
Marty: Yeah okay.
George: Oh.
Marty: Let抯 go.
George: Oh.
Marty: Will you take care of that?
George: Right. Lou, gimme a milk, chocolate. Loraine, my density has popped me to you.
Loraine: What?
George: Oh, what I meant to day was-
Loraine: Hey, don抰 I know you from somewhere?
George: Yes, yes, I抦 George, George McFly, and I抦 your density. I mean, I抦 your destiny.
Loraine: Oh.
Biff: Hey, McFly, I thought I told you never to come in here. Well it抯 gonna cost you. How
much money you got on you?
George: Well, Biff.
Biff: Alright, punk, now-
Marty: Whoa, whoa, Biff, what抯 that?
Loraine: That抯 Calvin Klein, oh my god, he抯 a dream.
Marty: Whoa, whoa, kid, kid, stop, stop, stop, stop.
Kid: Hey.
Marty: I抣l get it back to you, alright?
Kid: You broke it. Wow, look at him go.
Biff: Let抯 get him.
Girl: What抯 that thing he抯 on?
Boy: It抯 a board with wheels.
Loraine: He抯 an absolute dream.
Marty: Ah. Whoa.
Biff: I抦 gonna ram him.
Biff, Matches, 3-D, & Skinhead: Shit.
Marty: Thanks a lot, kid.
Biff: I抦 gonna get that son-of-a-bitch.
Girlfriend #1: Where does he come from?
Girlfriend #2: Yeah, where does he live?
Loraine: I don抰 know, but I抦 gonna find out.
Doc: My god, they found me. I don抰 know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty. My god,
they found me. I don抰 know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.
Marty: Doc.
Doc: Oh, hi , Marty. I didn抰 hear you come in. Fascinating device, this video unit.
Marty: Listen, Doc, you know there抯 something I haven抰 told you about the night we made that
tape.
Doc: Please, Marty, don抰 tell me, no man should know too much about their own destiny.
Marty: You don抰 understand.
Doc: I do understand. If I know too much about my own future I could endanger my own
existence, just as you endangered yours.
Marty: Your, your right.
Doc: Let me show you my plan for sending you home. Please excuse the crudity of this model,
I didn抰 have time to build it to scale or to paint it.
Marty: Its good.
Doc: Oh, thank you, thank you. Okay now, we run some industrial strength electrical cable
from the top of the clocktower down to spreading it over the street between two lamp posts.
Meanwhile, we out-fitted the vehicle with this big pole and hook which runs directly into the
flux-capacitor. At the calculated moment, you start off from down the street driving toward the
cable execrating to eighty-eight miles per hour. According to the flyer, at !0:04 pm lightning will
strike the clocktower sending one point twenty-one gigawatts into the flux-capacitor, sending
you back to 1985. Alright now, watch this. You wind up the car and release it, I抣l simulate the
lightening. Ready, set, release. Huhh.
Marty: You extol me with a lot of confidence, Doc.
Doc: Don抰 worry, I抣l take care of the lightning, you take care of your pop. By the way, what
happened today, did he ask her out?
Marty: Uh, I think so.
Doc: What did she say? It抯 your mom, she抯 tracked you down. Quick, let抯 cover the time
machine.
Loraine: Hi, Marty.
Marty: Uh, Loraine. How did you know I was here?
Loraine: I followed you.
Marty: Oh, uh, this is my Doc, Uncle, Brown.
Loraine: Hi.
Marty: Hello.
Loraine: Marty, this may seem a little foreward, but I was wondering if you would ask me to the
Enchantment Under The Sea Dance on Saturday.
Marty: Uh, you mean nobody抯 asked you?
Loraine: No, not yet.
Marty: What about George?
Loraine: George McFly? Oh, he抯 kinda cute and all, but, well, I think a man should be strong,
so he could stand up for himself, and protect the woman he loves. Don抰 you?
Marty: Yeah.
George: I still don抰 understand, how am I supposed to go to the dance with her, if she抯 already
going to the dance with you.
Marty: Cause, George, she wants to go to the dance with you, she just doesn抰 know it yet.
That抯 why we got to show her that you, George McFly, are a fighter. You抮e somebody who抯
gonna stand up for yourself, someone who抯 gonna protect her.
George: Yeah, but I never picked a fight in my entire life.
Marty: Your not gonna be picking a fight, Dad, dad dad daddy-o. You抮e coming to a rescue,
right? Okay, let抯 go over the plan again. 8:55, where are you gonna be.
George: I抦 gonna be at the dance.
Marty: Right, and where am I gonna be?
George: You抮e gonna be in the car with her.
Marty: Right, okay, so right around 9:00 she抯 gonna get very angry with me.
George: Why is she gonna get angry with you?
Marty: Well, because George, nice girls get angry when guys take advantage of them.
George: Ho, you mean you抮e gonna touch her on her-
Marty: No, no, George, look, it抯 just an act, right? Okay, so 9:00 you抮e strolling through the
parking lot, you see us struggling in the car, you walk up, you open the door and you say, your
line, George.
George: Oh, uh, hey you, get your damn hands off her. Do you really think I oughta swear?
Marty: Yes, definitely, god-dammit George, swear. Okay, so now, you come up, you punch me
in the stomach, I抦 out for the count, right? And you and Loraine live happily ever after.
George: Oh, you make it sound so easy. I just, I wish I wasn抰 so scared.
Marty: George, there抯 nothing to be scared of. All it takes is a little self confidence. You know,
if you put your mind to it, you could accomplish anything.
Radio: This Saturday night, mostly clear, with some scattered clouds. Lows in the upper
forties.
Doc: Are you sure about this storm?
Marty: When could weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future.
Doc: You know Marty, I抦 gonna be very sad to see you go. You抳e really mad a difference in
my life, you抳e given me something to shoot for. Just knowing, that I抦 gonna be around to se
1985, that I抦 gonna succeed in this. That I抦 gonna have a chance to travel through time. It抯
going to be really hard waiting 30 years before I could talk to you about everything that抯
happened in the past few days. I抦 really gonna miss you, Marty.
Marty: I抦 really gonna miss you. Doc, about the future-
Doc: No, Marty, we抳e already agreed that having information about the future could be
extremely dangerous. Even if your intentions are good, they could backfire drastically.
Whatever you抳e got to tell me I抣l find out through the natural course of time.
Marty: Dear Doctor Brown, on the night that I go back in time, you will be shot by terrorists.
Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent this terrible disaster. Your friend,
Marty.
Cop: Evening, Doctor Brown, what抯 with the wire?
Doc: Oh, just a little weather experiment.
Cop: What you got under here?
Doc: Oh no, don抰 touch that. That抯 some new specialized weather sensing equipment.
Cop: You got a permit for that?
Doc: Of course I do. Just a second, let抯 see if I could find it.
Marty: Do you mind if we park for a while?
Loraine: That抯 a great idea. I抎 love to park.
Marty: Huh?
Loraine: Well, Marty, I抦 almost eighteen-years-old, it抯 not like I抳e never parked before.
Marty: What?
Loraine: Marty, you seem so nervous, is something wrong?
Marty: No no. Loraine, Loraine, what are you doing?
Loraine: I swiped it from the old lady抯 liquor cabinet.
Marty: Yeah well, you shouldn抰 drink.
Loraine: Why not?
Marty: Because, you might regret it later in life.
Loraine: Marty, don抰 be such a square. Everybody who抯 anybody drinks.
Marty: Jesus, you smoke too?
Loraine: Marty, you抮e beginning to sound just like my mother.
Marvin Barry: We抮e gonna take a little break but we抣l be back in a while so, don抰 nobody go
no where.
Loraine: Marty, why are you so nervous?
Marty: Loraine, have you ever, uh, been in a situation where you know you had to act a certain
way but when you got there, you didn抰 know if you could go through with it?
Loraine: Oh, you mean how you抮e supposed to act on a first date.
Marty: Ah well, sort of.
Loraine: I think I know exactly what you mean.
Marty: You do?
Loraine: You know what I do in those situations?
Marty: What?
Loraine: I don抰 worry. this is all wrong. I don抰 know what it is but when I kiss you, it抯 like
kissing my brother. I guess that doesn抰 make any sense, does it?
Marty: Well, you mean, it makes perfect sense.
Biff: You cost three-hundred buck damage to my car, you son-of-a-bitch. And I抦 gonna take it
out of your ass. Hold him.
Loraine: Let him go, Biff, you抮e drunk.
Biff: Well looky what we have here. No no no, you抮e staying right here with me.
Loraine: Stop it.
Biff: C抦on.
Loraine: Stop it.
Biff: C抦on.
Marty: Leave her alone, you bastard.
Biff: You guys, take him in back and I抣l be right there. Well c抦on, this ain抰 no peep show.
Skinhead: Let抯 put him in there.
3-D: Yeah.
Skinhead: That抯 for messing up my hair.
Starlighter: The hell you doing to my car?
3-D: Hey beat it, spook, this don抰 concern you.
Marvin Barry: Who are you calling spook, pecker-wood.
Skinhead: Hey, hey listen guys. Look, I don抰 wanna mess with no reefer addicts, okay?
Marty: C抦on, open up, let me out of here, Yo.
Marvin Barry: Lorenzo, where抮e you keys?
Marty: The keys are in the trunk.
Marvin Barry: Say that again.
Marty: I said the keys are in here.
George: Hey you, get your damn hands off, oh.
Biff: I think you got the wrong car, McFly.
Loraine: George, help me, please.
Biff: Just turn around, McFly, and walk away. Are you deaf, McFly? Close the door and beat it.
George: No, Biff, you leave her alone.
Biff: Alright, McFly, you抮e asking for it, and now you抮e gonna get it.
Loraine: Biff, stop it. Biff, you抮e breaking his arm. Biff, stop.
Marvin Barry: Give me a hand, Lorenzo. Ow, dammit, man, I sliced my hand.
Marty: Who抯 are these?
Starlighter: Thanks, thanks a lot.
Loraine: You抮e gonna break his arm. Biff, leave him alone. Let him go. Let him go.
George: Are you okay?
Girlfriend: Who is that guy.
Boyfriend: That抯 George McFly.
Girlfriend: That抯 George McFly?
Marty: Excuse me.
Doc: The storm.
Marty: Hey guys, you gotta get back in there and finish the dance.
Starlighter: Hey man, look at Marvin抯 hand. He can抰 play with his hands like that, and we
can抰 play without him.
Marty: Yeah well look, Marvin, Marvin, you gotta play. See that抯 where they kiss for the first
time on the dance floor. And if there抯 no music, they can抰 dance, and if they can抰 dance, they
can抰 kiss, and if they can抰 kiss, they can抰 fall in love and I抦 history.
Marvin Barry: Hey man, the dance is over. Unless you know someone else who could play the
guitar.
Marvin Barry: This is for all you lovers out there.
Loraine: George, aren抰 you gonna kiss me?
George: I, I don抰 know.
Obnoxious Kid: Scram, McFly.
Starlighter: Hey boy, are you alright?
Marty: I can抰 play.
Loraine: George. George.
Marty: George.
George: Excuse me.
Marvin Barry: Yeah man, that was good. Let抯 do another one.
Marty: Uh, well, I gotta go.
Marvin Barry: C抦on man, let抯 do something that really cooks.
Marty: Something that really cooks. Alright, alright this is an oldie, but uh, it抯 an oldie where I
come from. Alright guys, let抯 do some blues riff in b, watch me for the changes, and uh, try and
keep up, okay.
Boyfriend: Hey George, heard you laid out Biff, nice going.
Girlfriend: George: you ever think of running for class president?
Marvin Barry: John, John, its?your cousin. Your cousin Marvin Barry, you know that new
sound you抮e lookin for, well listen to this.
Marty: I guess you guys aren抰 ready for that yet. But your kids are gonna love it.
Marty: Loraine.
Loraine: Marty, that was very interesting music.
Marty: Uh, yeah.
Loraine: I hope you don抰 mind but George asked if he could take me home.
Marty: Great good, good, Loraine, I had a feeling about you two.
Loraine: I have a feeling too.
Marty: Listen, I gotta go but I wanted to tell you that it抯 been educational.
Loraine: Marty, will we ever see you again?
Marty: I guarantee it.
George: Well, Marty, I want to thank you for all your good advise, I抣l never forget it.
Marty: Right, George. Well, good luck you guys. Oh, one other thing, if you guys ever have
kids and one of them when he抯 eight years old, accidentally sets fire to the living room rug, be
easy on him.
George: Okay.
Loraine: Marty, such a nice name.
Doc: Damn, where is that kid. Damn. Damn damn. You抮e late, do you have no concept of
time?
Marty: Hey c抦on, I had to change, you think I抦 going back in that zoot suit? The old man
really came through it worked.
Doc: What?
Marty: He laid out Biff in one punch. I never knew he had it in him. He never stood up to Biff in
his life.
Doc: Never?
Marty: No, why, what抯 a matter?
Doc: Alright, let抯 set your destination time. This is the exact time you left. I抦 gonna send you
back at exactly the same time. It抯 be like you never left. Now, I painted a white line on the
street way over there, that抯 where you start from. I抳e calculated the distance and wind
resistance fresh to active from the moment the lightning strikes, at exactly 7 minutes and 22
seconds. When this alarm goes off you hit the gas.
Marty: Right.
Doc: Well, I guess that抯 everything.
Marty: Thanks.
Doc: Thank you. In about thirty years.
Marty: I hope so.
Doc: Don抰 worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles
per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will be fine.
Marty: Right.
Doc: What抯 the meaning of this.
Marty: You抣l find out in thirty years.
Doc: It抯 about the future, isn抰 it?
Marty: Wait a minute.
Doc: It抯 information about the future isn抰 it. I warned you about this kid. The consequences
could be disastrous.
Marty: Now that抯 a risk you抣l have to take you抮e life depends on it.
Doc: No, I refuse to except the responsibility.
Marty: In that case, I抣l tell you strait out.
Doc: Oh, great scott. You get the cable, I抣l throw the rope down to you.
Marty: Right, I got it.
Doc: Ahh.
Marty: Doc.
Doc: C抦on, c抦on let抯 go.
Marty: Alright, take it up, go. Doc.
Doc: Huh?
Marty: I have to tell you about the future.
Doc: Huh?
Marty: I have to tell you about the future.
Doc: Ahh.
Marty: On the night I go back in time, you get- Doc.
Doc: Ohh, no.
Marty: No, Doc.
Doc: Look at the time, you抳e got less than 4 minutes, please hurry.
Marty: Yeah.
Marty: Dammit, Doc, why did you have to tear up that letter? If only I had more time. Wait a
minute, I got all the time I want I got a time machine, I抣l just go back and warn him. 10 minutes
oughta do it. Time-circuits on, flux-capacitor fluxing, engine running, alright. No, no no no no,
c抦on c抦on. C抦on c抦on, here we go, this time. Please, please, c抦on.
Doc: Ahh.
Marty: Doc.
Doc: Yoo.
Red: Crazy drunk drivers.
Marty: Wow, ah Red, you look great. Everything looks great. 1:24, I still got time. Oh my god.
No, no not again, c抦on, c抦on. Hey. Libyans.
Marty: No, bastards.
Libyan: Go.
Marty: Doc, Doc. Oh, no. You抮e alive. Bullet proof vest, how did you know, I never got a
chance to tell you. About all that talk about screwing up future events, the space time
continuum.
Doc: Well, I figured, what the hell.
Marty: About how far ahead are you going?
Doc: About 30 years, it抯 a nice round number.
Marty: Look me up when you get there, guess I抣l be about 47.
Doc: I will.
Marty: Take care.
Doc: You too.
Marty: Alright, good-bye Einy. Oh, watch that re-entry, it抯 a little bumpy.
Doc: You bet.
Marty: What a nightmare.
Lynda: Oh, if Paul calls me tell him I抦 working at the boutique late tonight.
David: Lynda, first of all, I抦 not your answering service. Second of all, somebody named Greg
or Craig called you just a little while ago.
Lynda: Now which one was it, Greg or Craig?
David: I don抰 know, I can抰 keep up with all of your boyfriends.
Marty: What the hell is this?
Lynda: Breakfast.
David: What did you sleep in your clothes again last night.
Marty: Yeah, yeah what are you wearing, Dave.
David: Marty, I always wear a suit to the office. You alright?
Marty: Yeah.
Loraine: I think we need a rematch.
George: Oh, oh a rematch, why, were you cheating?
Loraine: No.
George: Hello.
Loraine: Good morning.
Marty: Mom, Dad.
Loraine: Marty, are you alright?
David: Did you hurt your head?
Marty: you guys look great. Mom, you look so thin.
Loraine: Why thank you, Marty. George. Good morning, sleepyhead, Good morning, Dave,
Lynda
David: Good morning, Mom.
Lynda: Good morning, Mom. Oh, Marty, I almost forgot, Jennifer Parker called.
Loraine: Oh, I sure like her, Marty, she is such a sweet girl. Isn抰 tonight the night of the big
date?
Marty: What, what, ma?
Loraine: Well, aren抰 you going up to the lake tonight, you抳e been planning it for two weeks.
Marty: Well, ma, we talked about this, we抮e not gonna go to the lake, the car抯 wrecked.
George: Wrecked?
David: Wrecked? When did this happen and-
George: Quiet down, I抦 sure the car is fine.
David: Why am I always the last one to know about these things.
George: See, there抯 Biff out there waxing it right now. Now, Biff, I wanna make sure that we
get two coats of wax this time, not just one.
Biff: Just finishing up the second coat now.
George: Now Biff, don抰 con me.
Biff: I抦, I抦 sorry, Mr. McFly, I mean, I was just starting on the second coat.
George: That Biff, what a character. Always trying to get away with something. Been on top of
Biff ever since high school. Although, if it wasn抰 for him-
Loraine: We never would have fallen in love.
George: That抯 right.
Biff: Mr. McFly, Mr. McFly, this just arrived, oh hi Marty. I think it抯 your new book.
Loraine: Ah, honey, your first novel.
George: Like I always told you, if you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything.
Biff: Oh, oh Marty, here抯 you keys. You抮e all waxed up, ready for tonight.
Marty: Keys?
Jennifer: How about a ride, Mister?
Marty: Jennifer, oh are you a sight for sore eyes. Let me look at you.
Jennifer: Marty, you抮e acting like you haven抰 seen me in a week.
Marty: I haven抰
Jennifer: You okay, is everything alright?
Marty: Aw yeah, everything is great.
Doc: Marty you gotta come back with me.
Marty: Where?
Doc: Back to the future.
Marty: Wait a minute, what are you doing, Doc?
Doc: I need fuel. Go ahead, quick, get in the car.
Marty: No no no, Doc, I just got here, okay, Jennifer抯 here, we抮e gonna take the new truck for
a spin.
Doc: Well, bring her along. This concerns her too.
Marty: Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future?
What do we become assholes or something?
Doc: No no no no no, Marty, both you and Jennifer turn out fine. It抯 your kids, Marty,
something has got to be done about your kids.
Marty: Hey, Doc, we better back up, we don抰 have enough roads to get up to 88.
Doc: Roads? Where we're going we don抰 need roads.